Rhymes with Orange [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  He did those things at home for Todd, but it was different. Todd wasn’t comfortable with a “dynamic” between them. He definitely appreciated what Hunter did for him, no doubt about it. Todd had learned over their six years together that Hunter didn’t see doing things like that for Todd as taking advantage of him. He wanted to do those things for Todd.

  Todd had even grown more comfortable with giving Hunter the occasional scratch on the head and a “good boy” thrown in here and there. Todd taking control of him in bed wasn’t an issue, at least. He had no problems with that.

  But it was…all the other stuff that Todd wasn’t comfortable doing.

  The stuff that quieted Hunter’s mind.

  Considering that Todd had to remain his hidden “dirty” secret from his family, Hunter felt horrible about that, even though Todd didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

  If Todd ordered Hunter to stop playing with Coop tomorrow, he would. He loved the man that much.

  It’d been Todd who’d figured out Hunter was so much calmer with the Master/slave dynamic in his life. When Hunter’s panic attacks had started spiraling out of control, and Hunter was afraid of his family—especially his father—finding out about that as well, Todd had learned if he took control it helped calm and sooth Hunter.

  After doing some research, Todd had stumbled onto the fact that a friend of his was actually involved in the local BDSM scene. Tony Daniels had been a former co-worker of Todd’s at Asher Insurance, albeit in a different department, before Todd moved to another company. It’d been Tony who’d introduced them to Coop.

  From that point on, Hunter had made great progress. Especially when he changed psychologists and started seeing Ted as a patient. Hunter’s previous doctor had been a psychiatrist who’d prescribed medications and hadn’t been so great with getting to the root of the problem.

  He’d wanted to treat the symptoms and then explore the causes. Unfortunately, one of the medications he’d put Hunter on had disastrous effects he’d barely been able to conceal from his family, suicidal thoughts and manic episodes that had frightened the crap out of Todd, who lived with him.

  Ted, being in the lifestyle, was willing to try a different and non-traditional approach. He’d worked with Todd’s GP and started from ground zero, weaning Hunter off everything and trying a combination of intensive therapy with participation from Todd and Coop, and experimenting with much milder medications that had far fewer side effects. They’d also changed Hunter’s diet, forcing him to decrease his caffeine intake, and to quit drinking sodas, diet or otherwise. Hunter’s sleep patterns gradually improved as a result, which contributed to helping him manage his other symptoms.

  After a year, Hunter was down to only using the Xanax on an as-needed basis. Sometimes, something as simple as a quick phone call to Coop or Todd could derail his panic attacks. Ted had worked with Hunter on identifying triggers and warning signs, so that if Hunter felt unable to stop the attack, then he could medicate himself.

  Now, after seeing Ted as a patient for three years, Hunter felt far more stable than he ever had in his life. He also recognized that once he could get his inheritance and quit working for his family—and move somewhere not owned by his family, and go back to school, and come out of the closet about his relationship with Todd—that would probably help with a majority of his remaining triggers.

  As Hunter massaged Todd’s feet, knowing exactly where and how much pressure to apply, he tried not to let his mind race ahead to what else might be in store for him, now that Coop had a whole uninterrupted night to play with him.

  Whatever it was, he knew he’d enjoy it.

  Because he was a good boy.

  Chapter Four

  Coop knew how to keep Hunter guessing, how to draw out the anticipation. The pizza arrived, interrupting the foot rub Hunter was giving Todd. Coop answered the door and carried the boxes into the kitchen, leaving Hunter on his hands and knees on the living room floor when Todd followed Coop into the kitchen.

  After fixing his own plate, Coop put a couple of pieces on another plate, grabbed a handful of napkins, and carried them out to the coffee table.

  “Stay,” Coop firmly ordered Hunter, who’d looked up at his return.

  Hunter dropped back down into his crouch.

  Coop poured himself a glass of iced tea, and a glass of ice water with a straw for Hunter.

  Todd was still fixing his plate and drink.

  “Mind if I step things up with Hunter tonight?” Coop softly asked him.

  Todd’s brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

  “You guys said at the start you were open to anything sexual happening if I wanted to go there. Does that still stand?”

  A slow smile engulfed Todd’s face. “Oooh. Uh, yeah.”

  “Easy,” Coop cautioned, flattered but not ready to go that far yet. “I just want to know where the boundaries are, if there are any.”

  “Our hard limits are still the same,” Todd said. “Sexy play and outright sex have been and still are on the table.”

  “Okay.” Coop headed back to the living room with the drinks.

  Once he settled himself on the sofa, he laid one of the napkins on his thigh, over his jeans, spread his legs, and patted his thigh. “Pup.”

  Hunter sat up, moved between Coop’s legs, and rested his chin on the napkin. This would be logistically a little easier in shorts, and Coop wouldn’t have to worry about sauce on his jeans, but that would mean changing clothes.

  And he wanted his boots on for now because he knew Hunter loved them.

  He also had plans.

  Coop ate his first piece of pizza while Hunter watched him, his eyes as big and round as any dog’s might be. Only then did Coop take one of the pieces for Hunter and start feeding it to him, holding it, and stroking the top of Hunter’s head with his other hand when he wasn’t giving him sips of water.

  No, Coop wasn’t quite ready to walk all the way on the bi side tonight, but there was nothing wrong with testing the waters. He didn’t glance over at Todd, whose gaze he felt practically burning a hole into the side of his head from eager anticipation.

  When Hunter finished his first piece of pizza, Coop did something he hadn’t done before—he pushed his index finger into Hunter’s mouth.

  “Lick my hand clean, pup.”

  Hunter’s eyes fell closed, a soft moan escaping him and vibrating around Coop’s finger as his skilled mouth and tongue eagerly laved Coop’s finger.

  Daaammnn…

  Yeah, that hardened his cock. He was a guy. Plenty of times he’d had a woman lick his fingers like that, which usually led to a blowjob.

  He couldn’t help it that he’d conditioned himself.

  After Hunter had spent time with each finger, Coop dried his hand on a napkin and tried not to focus on his painfully aching cock, which now struggled to break free from his jeans.

  “Good boy,” he said, stroking Hunter’s hair with his other hand. He picked up his next piece of pizza and ate it while Hunter patiently waited.

  Coop wasn’t sure that Todd had even eaten during that show. He’d appeared frozen, a slice of pizza in his hand held halfway up to his mouth.

  Not wanting to lose his nerve, Coop focused on the TV. Hellboy was now playing.

  After he finished that slice, he once again had Hunter lick his fingers clean before he fed Hunter his next slice.

  And so it went for another twenty minutes.

  He could see Hunter’s cock bobbing between the man’s legs, hard, a thin string of pre-cum leaking onto the floor under him. When they were both finished eating, Coop grabbed Hunter by the hair, made him scoot back, and eased his face down to the puddle.

  “You know the rule, pup. Clean it up.”

  He didn’t release Hunter’s hair as the man eagerly licked it up, his ass wiggling in the air.

  “I think I have a horny pup. Are you a horny pup?”

  Hunter shook his ass even more. Coop hadn’t put the butt plug ta
il in him today that he sometimes had Hunter wear.

  “Such a good boy. While you’re down there, I think there’s a pair of boots that need licking.”

  Coop felt Hunter’s soft moan even through the leather as he moved to do it. Coop never made him lick the soles, just the tops. After several minutes of that, he released Hunter’s hair and sat back.

  “Go ahead and take my boots off, pup. Give me a foot rub.”

  He felt Hunter’s hands eagerly trembling as the man fulfilled the order. Next to them, Coop was aware Todd now had a hand on his crotch and was squeezing his bulge.

  Yeah, this was going to get sexy fast.

  Coop unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall open along his stomach. Then he watched Hunter massage his bare feet.

  Damn, it felt good. And when Hunter’s lips closed around his toes, he thought he might cream his briefs right there.

  “Good boy,” Coop hoarsely said.

  * * * *

  As always, Todd let Coop set the pace. Todd didn’t know where or how far the man wanted to go tonight, but he also didn’t want to jump the gun and do something that might spoil the mood or make Coop reconsider this new direction.

  Watching the two of them together, however, had his cock ready to explode. If Coop didn’t let him fuck Hunter soon, or let Hunter blow him, he was going to jerk off right there.

  Then Coop unbuttoned his shirt and Todd had to still his hand for fear of exploding. He’d seen the guy shirtless before, but there was something damned sexy about the way he lay stretched out, Hunter at his feet, the dark treasure trail leading down under the belt of his jeans, the dusting of dark hair across his chest…

  He wanted to lick every inch of him. He wasn’t altogether sure he didn’t lick his lips over that thought.

  “Sit up,” Coop finally told Hunter. Todd knew just from the look on Hunter’s face that he was as deep in subspace as if Coop had just beaten his ass. “You want to come, pup?”

  “Yes, Master,” Hunter said.

  “Then you need to put a condom on Todd and one on yourself,” he said. “And hand Todd the lube so he can get your ass ready.”

  Hunter reached for the strip of condoms on the coffee table, wrapped Todd, who had stood and shoved his shorts and briefs down as soon as Coop had said it, and then wrapped himself.

  Todd took the tube of lube from Hunter and as he knelt behind his lover, he realized Coop had unfastened his belt and his jeans and pulled them open and his briefs down, exposing his cock. Legs spread, Coop had his left hand buried in Hunter’s hair, pinning his head against the inside of his thigh while Coop slowly stroked his own cock with his right hand.

  Just inches out of reach of Hunter’s skilled lips.

  And what a nice cock it was, too. Every bit as nice as Todd had fantasized it would be.

  Todd nearly came right there. In fact, his cock twitched as he breathed through it, finally remembering what he was supposed to be doing. He slathered himself with lube and then worked plenty into Hunter’s ass.

  “Here’s how this’ll work, pup,” Coop said. “Eyes on me, and you can stroke your cock. But you’re not allowed to come before me and Todd. You do, I’m hog-tying you and caning your ass. Got it?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  At this rate, Todd knew he wouldn’t last more than a few strokes, so unless that lovely piece of meat sliding back and forth in Coop’s hand could hold out, Hunter might be able to avoid that caning.

  Todd knelt behind Hunter, his fingers around the base of his cock as he slowly fed it into Hunter’s ass and let him get used to it. Once he was all the way in he held still, caressing Hunter’s back before his hands settled on the man’s hips.

  * * * *

  A few stray brain synapses in Hunter’s brain had managed to comment on how fucking hot this was, and what a nice cock Coop had, before they were drowned in the soup of endorphins released by him sinking into the deepest subspace he could ever remember experiencing before.

  He stared into Coop’s blue eyes, absolutely in love with this man, his Master, and wishing he could wrap his lips around the head of the man’s cock. Not daring to even touch his own cock until Todd’s was deep inside him, Hunter instead focused on Coop and whatever this new step was in their dynamic.

  Pre-cum had pearled at the slit and as Coop slowly stroked his hand up and down his cock, he slicked it along his flesh. About eight inches and cut.

  Hunter could only imagine how good it’d feel having that cock plowing his ass.

  Maybe one day, if I’m a good boy for him.

  He wasn’t quite so far gone to not realize that today probably would not be that day. That taking things this far likely was an even bigger step for Coop than he was normally comfortable taking.

  But he could smell him, the salty, musky scent of him, wanted to bury his head between Coop’s legs and lick his sac, rim him, deep-throat that gorgeous piece of meat and feel it throb in his throat as he swallowed every drop of cum from his balls.

  Holding onto Coop and the couch with his left arm while half-draped over Coop’s lap, he finally reached down with his right hand and carefully wrapped his fingers around his throbbing shaft. Coop still tightly fisted Hunter’s hair with his left hand, his gaze boring into Hunter’s.

  “Good boy,” Coop whispered, stroking faster, his wrist twisting at the top of every stroke, down and back up again.

  Behind him, Todd started fucking him, slowly, taking his time, apparently close to exploding already.

  He could understand why. This was hotter than fuck, not being able to reach that prize, not being allowed to touch it.

  As if reading his mind, Coop spoke. “I know what you want, boy. You’ll get what I give you tonight, though, and we’ll see where things go from there. Who’s my good boy?”

  “I’m your good boy, Master.”

  Coop’s fingers dug a little harder into Hunter’s scalp. “That’s right. You’re my very good boy. Good boys get rewards.”

  Every thrust Todd took threatened to shove Hunter all the way into Coop’s lap. Or, maybe that’s what Todd was trying to do. One of their hottest mutual fantasies was of Hunter being spit-roasted between the two men.

  Only a few inches separated his lips from that cock. A cock he’d gladly spend hours worshipping, if Coop would let him.

  * * * *

  Part of Coop was tempted to let Hunter go and let him do what he could tell the man wanted to do.

  Coop wasn’t sure he wanted to cross that bridge tonight, though.

  Baby steps.

  Cocks couldn’t be unsucked. Although he suspected if or when he did get to that point that Hunter would probably blow his mind in that department.

  He watched Hunter’s eyes, those sweet, eager brown eyes. The trust in them.

  Hunter would turn himself inside out trying to please Coop. It was reasonable to assume the last thing on Hunter’s mind at this moment was his jerk of a family, or work, or stress, or anything other than the fact that he was trying not to disobey Coop.

  There was a huge temptation to bust an aching nut as fast and hard as he could—and at the same time, he wanted to draw this out, make it last. In their four years together, they’d covered a lot of ground in terms of play. Not many firsts left for them within their mutual hard limits.

  This was a first.

  A big first.

  He felt Todd pounding away at Hunter’s ass, every thrust shoving him against Coop’s lap. It’d be so…fucking…easy…

  To see-saw the man between them.

  Finally, before the temptation grew too much for him to handle, Coop sped up his strokes, sensing Todd was close. Then he felt that sweet, familiar ache as his balls drew up and spurts of cum shot out of his cock, all over his abs. Hunter licked his lips as Todd let out a groan and fell still.

  “Now, pup,” Coop said, barely able to catch his breath, his cock still in his hand.

  Hunter frantically pumped at his own cock maybe three or four times before his back
rounded and his eyes fell closed, yet another familiar sound escaping him.

  Coop pulled Hunter up his lap by the hair. “Clean up my mess, pup,” he hoarsely said. Still holding his cock, he moved it out of the way, his hand still cupped around it as Hunter worked his lips and tongue over Coop’s abs, eagerly, softly moaning.

  He loosened his grip, now stroking Hunter’s hair. “Good boy. Such a good boy. A treat for a good pup.”

  Yeah. Just the feel of the man’s lips on him was already starting to reawaken Coop’s cock in his hand.

  Once Hunter had licked up every bit of his juices, Coop pulled his hand from his cock and held it out so Hunter could lick that clean, too. His cock remained semi-hard, definitely thinking about getting interested again.

  Hmm.

  He was forty-three, not twenty-three. Even with Bethany it would have taken him probably an hour to reawaken that much interest in him that soon.

  There was an element of rapturous joy in the way Hunter kept looking up at him, lovingly, as if absolutely he considered this a reward.

  Hell, it’d been all he could do to get Bethany to swallow sometimes.

  Before he was tempted to let Hunter see if he could suck another one out of him right then, Coop patted Hunter on the head and then tucked his cock back into his briefs.

  “Good boy. Go ahead and clean up.”

  He waited until Todd and Hunter had headed for the guest bath to get up, not even bothering to zip his jeans, and head to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

  * * * *

  They spent the rest of the evening watching movies, talking, Coop keeping Hunter down in subspace by periodically pulling him over his lap and giving him a bare-handed spanking.

  Around midnight, Coop knew he wanted to come again, and could tell Todd was sporting wood, too.

  Hunter had been hard and horny most of the night.

  Coop stood and pulled his shirt off. “Okay, pup. On your back on the couch. Let Todd fuck your mouth.”

  Todd immediately stood and stripped, and seconds later was pumping away at Hunter’s mouth.